“It does not follow,” said Huangfu Li. “In ancient days in Youqiong, Hou Yi, proud of and confident in his archer’s skill, gave no thought to others and governed alone, and he so perished.
Lately you yourself have seen the powerful Dong Zhuo betrayed by Lu Bu, who had received many benefits at his hands. In no time Dong Zhuo’s head was hanging over the gate. So you see mere
force is not enough to ensure safety. Now you are a general, with the axes and whips and all the symbols of rank and high office； your descendants and all your clan occupy distinguished positions.
You must confess that the state has rewarded you liberally. True, Guo Si has seized the officers of state, but you have done the same to the ‘Most Revered.’ Who is worse than the other？”
Li Jue angrily drew his sword and shouted, “Did the Son of Heaven send you to mock and shame me？”
But his commander, Yang Feng, checked him.
“Guo Si is still alive,” said Yang Feng, “and to slay the imperial messenger would be giving him a popular excuse to raise an army against you. And all the nobles would join him.”
Jia Xu also persuaded Li Jue, and gradually his wrath cooled down. Huangfu Li was urged to go away.
But Huangfu Li would not be satisfied with failure. As he went out of the camp, he cried loudly,
“Li Jue will not obey the Emperor’s command. He will kill his prince to set up himself！”
Counselor Hu Miao tried to shut Huangfu Li’s mouth, saying, “Do not utter such words. You will only bring hurt upon yourself.”
But Huangfu Li shrieked at him also, saying, “You also are an officer of state, and yet you even back up the rebel. When the prince is put to shame, the minister dies. That is our code. If it be my lot to suffer death at the hands of Li Jue, so be it！”
And Huangfu Li maintained a torrent of abuse. the Emperor heard of the incident, called in Huangfu Li and sent him away to his own country Xiliang.
Now more than half Li Jue’s troops were from Xiliang, and he had also the assistance of the Qiangs, the northern tribespeople beyond the border.